[It's endearing in a way he can't quite explain to watch Eddie's nose scrunch up into the dust of freckles he still had even with the pale complexion. The way his eyes squinted whenever he really laughed, instead of the wide-eyed frantic look he had on when he was trying to figure something out was exactly the same as it had always been. It's flooring and comforting all at once, leaving Stan a little dizzy by contrast.]
I don't think we'll ever lose each other.
[His smile might fade, but the look on his face isn't as dark as one would expect. Somber, sure, what he'd left behind hadn't been easy to part with but it had been done for a purpose. Instead he's reflective.] Not in the ways that matter.
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I don't think we'll ever lose each other.
[His smile might fade, but the look on his face isn't as dark as one would expect. Somber, sure, what he'd left behind hadn't been easy to part with but it had been done for a purpose. Instead he's reflective.] Not in the ways that matter.